First, read this post.
I’ve been thinking about this idea of problems-that-are-not-problems. This morning as I was walking in the park and feeling particularly grumpy from unpacking all night and sleeping on boxes, I remembered the post above and played a little game to myself, fitting my ‘problems’ in to the first-world meme as captions to the photo below, and then laughing at myself for being an idiot. And now I feel much better.
I didn’t get to go to the castle this weekend, because I was busy setting up my new furniture.
I unpacked boxes for hours but I still have more stuff.
I can’t put away all my clothes, because my boxes of shoes are in the way.
The movers put the golf clubs in the wrong closet and now I can’t find them all.
I can’t make coffee, because all the china and stemware is blocking my Tassimo.
I had to take the kids to school in a taxi because my minivan is in the shop.
My Starbucks card got stuck in the machine and I had to downsize to a Grande because I didn’t have enough cash for a Venti.
I can’t decide on duck or pheasant for Thanksgiving.
The conservatory is so sunny there’s a glare on my laptop.
OK, yeah, that feels better. All I need now is a little Beyonce the Metal Chicken and my attitude adjustment will be complete.